The last seraphim, fallen

Tomb of darkness, now ruptured
From the willows that enshroud
A shrine of evil has opened

In tongues of chaos
I will invoke the unspoken wisdom
Take form, anomalies
My vengeful heart unappeased

My ancient curse – will hex you, corrupt you
No mercy – disintegrate you, desecrate you

No affinity with thrones of heaven
Stormy clouds drift menacingly
Hanging oppressively from blackened skies
Poisoned rain fell like spears

In rites of clandestine blaze
I will crush the holy order
Channeling our fiery hate
My prideful master, on the throne

A causal flames will rise
In this dead of night
Consuming endlessly
Of those with the light